This is a lighthearted and not very serious attempt to explain why all the characters in my stories have big tits and big dicks.
As with all my stuff, this will feature large breasted women having sex with big dicked men with plenty of anal and cumshots. Consider this your warning about the content so don't bother complaining about yet another story on Literotica featuring huge tits and dicks -- if that isn't your thing, then stop reading now and leave the rest of us to enjoy ourselves.
As always, everyone is 18 or over.
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Angela couldn't help but blush as she heard her son coming down the stairs the next morning. Images of what they'd done the night before flooded her brain -- her sucking on his cock, the pair of them fucking, him cumming all over her face. Despite her shame, she felt her nipples harden beneath the silk dressing gown that was the only thing she wore, the smooth material clinging to the swells of her huge tits.
She didn't know what had possessed her to confess her cum fetish -- and the fact that she'd found and eaten a load of his cum in her panties a few days before -- to Mark, which had led to them fucking on the sofa. Angela knew she had to resist her urges, knew that this was not the sort of thing mothers did with their sons. She had to put it down to a one-off thing, no matter how large his cock was, or how much thick, delicious cum he produced.
"Hey mom," Mark said sheepishly as he walked into the kitchen and started fixing himself some breakfast.
"Good morning, honey," she said, not turning around from the counter where she was preparing some bagels.
The silence between them was heavy, neither of them knowing how to start or what to say.
Mark sat at the table in boxer shorts and a T-shirt and couldn't help but stare at his mother's ass, the peach, silk dressing gown molded to the firm, round globes beneath. His cousin Luke had told him about the Eros Project and about how his mom was likely to make a pass at him, but he hadn't mentioned anything about how to deal with her flipping out and regretting what they'd done.
Angela sighed, picked up the plate with her bagels and sat at the table, eventually looking across at Mark.
"I -- I guess we should -- talk about what happened -- last night," she said.
"I guess," Mark said. As Angela leaned forward to eat her bagel, her dressing gown opened slightly, giving Mark a view of her deep, dark cleavage which, only the night before, he'd had his dick in.
"I -- I'm sorry for what I did," Angela said. "Sorry for -- what I made you do."
"Are you kidding, mom?" Mark said. "It was the best night of my life."
"Oh honey, you can't say that. What I did was terrible," Angela said. "It can't happen again."
Mark sighed. "If that's what you really want, mom, then we won't do anything like it again." He couldn't help but notice how disappointed she looked for a second. "But you said you didn't mind me jerking off into your panties so -- I might still do that -- you know -- if you wanted to indulge your -- your cum fetish."
He watched her close her eyes, biting her lower lip, her breathing increasing, her massive tits rising and falling.
"You okay there, mom?" he asked.
"Mm-hmm," she said, looking at him. "Just -- just the thought of you -- emptying your load -- your massive load -- mmmmm -- made me a little -- "
"A little what, mom?"
Angela blushed. "A little horny," she whispered.
Mark smiled. "Well, that's only fair -- the way your tits are almost falling out of your gown is making me horny, too."
Angela looked down to see her fleshy globes pushing the sides of her dressing gown apart, almost with a will of their own.
"I have to admit, I loved cumming on your face last night -- but I wish I'd gotten a chance to cover them in cum as well, last night," Mark said.
"Mmmmm, I do like taking a load over my tits," Angela said dreamily, absentmindedly running her fingers over her smooth tits.
"I'm more than happy to help you out there, mom," Mark said. He shifted in his seat and pushed his boxer shorts down, freeing his heavy, half-hard cock, stroking it.
"Oh, honey, we shouldn't," Angela said, staring at his cock. "I can't do this -- not again."
"It's okay, mom," Mark said, standing up and moving in front of her, his huge length in his hand. "You don't have to do a thing -- just sit there and I'll empty a load on your tits. That way, it's all me -- you're not doing anything."
"Oh, honey, I don't know," Angela said, turning in her chair to face him, her hands in her lap, her upper arms pushing her massive mounds together, making them swell out from her dressing gown even further. She stared at the long tube of her son's cock as he jerked off in front of her. "I mean -- this is how it all started last night."
"I know, mom," Mark said. "But this time you don't have to touch me or anything," he said, moving a little closer, the head of his cock almost touching her tits. "Not unless you want to," he added quietly.
"But that's the problem," Angela whispered, looking up at him briefly. "I really want to."
Mark stroked his cock, a large bead of pre-cum spilling from the knob and slowly falling down until it landed on Angela's big tits.
"Ohhhh God," she sighed, scooping up the clear fluid on one finger and after a moment's hesitation, she sucked it clean. "Fuuuckkk," she whispered. "Tastes so good."
"You want some more, mom?" Mark asked her. She nodded her head.
Mark jerked on his length again, squeezing out a large amount of pre-cum but, before it could fall on to his mother's tits, he pushed his prick down and dragged the head across her huge jugs, spreading a thick line of pre-cum across them.
"Aaahhhh, so much for Mommy," Angela whispered, looking at the line he'd left on her. She trailed her finger through it and once again sucked it clean. As she did that, Mark aimed his cock down and moved forward again.
Angela gasped as she felt the slippery head of her son's cock slip into her cleavage, the first few inches following, swallowed by her huge tits.
"Oh honey, what are you doing?" she asked him.
"It's okay, mom," he said, sliding his dick back and fore, in and out of her tits. "You're not doing this -- uuhhnnnn -- this is all me, remember?"
Angela sat in her seat, her upper arms pushing her tits together as her son tit-fucked her slowly, an almost constant stream of pre-cum lubricating his movement.
"Oh, Mark, honey -- I told myself we'd never do this again," Angela sighed.
"Should I stop, mom?" Mark asked her.
Angela looked up at him. "Please don't," she whispered. "Mommy shouldn't -- but Mommy likes it so much."
She reached up and pulled her dressing gown off her shoulders, freeing her huge tits before taking hold of them and squeezing them together. Mark groaned as he felt her tits take a tighter hold of his prick, making the slow tit-fuck feel even better.
"Fuck, mom -- that feels so good," he sighed.
"You like fucking Mommy's tits, honey?" she asked him.
"Oh yeah!" he laughed. "Can I -- can I hold them -- like I did last night?"
"Maybe -- maybe just for a little while," Angela said looking up at him. She held on to her tits until he placed his hands over hers, moving hers out of the way and letting him fill his hands with her smooth, fleshy mounds. Instantly his thumbs found her nipples and ran over the sensitive, hard buds, making her moan in pleasure.
"God, mom -- I love your fucking tits," Mark said as he hefted and squeezed them gently, all the while sliding his cock between them. "I just gotta -- " he said and quickly pulled his dick free and bent down. Before Angela could stop him, he clamped his lips around one of her nipples and sucked at it, his hands still holding her big mounds.
"Mmmm -- oohhhhh, honey -- you shouldn't," Angela moaned. Despite her words, she cupped the back of his head and pulled him closer, letting him take as much of her tit between his lips as he could. He moved from one to the other and back again, sucking on her rock-hard nipples. "Ahhhh fuuuuuckkk -- suck Mommy's tits," Angela sighed, watching him do just that.
He lifted his head and kissed her suddenly, Angela's tongue thrusting into his mouth urgently, with no hesitation or doubt. She reached out and took hold of his cock as they kissed, stroking the pre-cum slickened shaft, her fingers barely reaching around it's girth.
"Mmmmm -- give Mommy -- that cock," she breathed, her eyes wide with lust.
Mark stood up and watched his mother bend over, her mouth enveloping the head of his prick. She purred and moaned as she moved her head up and down, taking more and more of his big cock. Spit ran from her lips as she pushed herself further, his cock bumping into the back of her throat, making her cough and gag.
"Mmmllpppp -- ggacckkkkk!! Gllukk! -- Ggaaaahhhh!" she gasped, coming up for air, drool covering her chin and falling down on to her massive globes.
"Fuck, mom," Mark sighed, looking down at her. "I guess you changed your mind, huh?"
"Who was I kidding?" Angela said, her fist running up and down the spit-covered shaft of his cock. "Mommy can't give this up," she said before swooping down again, jamming his prick as far down her throat as she could, over and over.
She pulled back after a few minutes and spat a thick wad of saliva over his knob before pulling him forward. Mark took the hint and wrapped his mother's tits around his cock once more, fucking the spongy globes faster than he had earlier, the head of his prick bumping into her chin.
"Yeah -- fuck Mommy's titties, honey!" Angela moaned. She spread her legs and slid a couple of fingers into her sopping wet pussy, fucking herself in time with her son's tit-fucking. She was right, she realised -- there was no way she could stop this now -- she didn't want to stop this.